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it.”
    It was horrible and wonderful to say. I wrapped my curvy legs around his waist. Anchored myself to him.
    “I want you to fuck my pussy, Jake,” I said. “Fuck it hard and fast. Fuck me and make me come on your cock.”
    His biceps bulged as he slammed into me. I yelled out. Our hips moved back and forth as he bored into me. Filled and stretched again and again.
    “Come in me Jake. Shoot your hot wad inside me. Fill me up.”
    Did I just say that?
    That was dirty talk level ten.
    He rammed into me over and over. His balls slapping against my pussy.
    “Okay Jules. Okay Jules. Okay Jules.”
    Faster and faster until my body numbed from the cascade of sensation.
    Then he froze.
    His fingers dug into my ass. He pinned my body into the railing. My legs locked around his waist. Squeezing him into me. I watched the stars above as his cock buried into me one last time. Bumped against the limits inside me.
    Pain mixed with glorious ecstasy.
    He grunted. Guttural sounds with no words.
    His cock throbbed and pulsed inside me. It was a gusher. A giving gusher inside me. Inside the condom. Inside me. It pumped and pumped. I worried about it spilling out the ends and getting all over me.
    Was it worry?  
    He pumped into me a final time and then the fingers digging into my skin relaxed.
    “So good,” he panted. “So good. Can’t believe it.” His voice was low and raspy.
    I slid myself off of his still hard cock, knelt down, and took him in my hands. I pulled off the condom. Hot semen dripped down my fingers as I tossed it aside. I stroked him. I tongued the head and then up and down the shaft. I tongued his balls, sucked one into my mouth, tongued it.
    He moaned.
    I ran my tongue up his length and circled the head.
    I looked up.
    “Do you have some more cum for me,” I asked. “A little more hot cum for your stepsister?”
    That word sounded horribly dirty. So why did it make my dripping pussy wetter?
    “Jules, I’m empty. Completely drained.”
    I smiled and kissed his cock.  
    “Later then,” I said.
    Later?
    Who was this forward slut that using my name?  
    She’s the slut that made this happen.
    I was thankful she made an appearance.
    Could there really be a later? This was so fucking wrong. And so fucking hot. I needed a later even if I knew I shouldn’t.
    I stood up, dragging my nipples across his balls and shaft. Across his ridged stomach. I circled my arms behind him and rested my head on his chest.
    “Thank you, Jake,” I said. “Thank you for the best birthday ever.”
    I couldn’t believe it. I felt both empty and full at once. Empty from not having his cock inside me. But full from the lingering sting and tingles.  
    I felt guilty and glorious. I burned with pain and pleasure. The world didn’t seem big enough to fit it all in. I didn’t seem big enough to fit him all in.
    Then his phone buzzed in his coat pocket.
    “Shit,” he said.
    He retrieved his phone and glanced at the screen.
    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said.
    He answered the call.
    “Stop calling me. What don’t you understand,” he said.
    Who was calling him all the time?  
    Oh shit. Was it her? The last bimbo I’d seen on his arm at dinner a few week ago? What was her name?
    Anne. Annabel. Anneeka. Annika.
    That was it.
    That German supermodel.
    A weight slammed into my chest.
    It was like the heavy, suffocating curtain of reality crashed back down.
    “What,” Jake shouted into the phone. “God dammit! Do not!”
    She must have hung up because he paused and then looked at phone.  
    He jolted awake. He looked at me, up and down, at the pile of my dress on the floor. At my torn panties. At my cum oozing down my thighs.
    He covered his eyes.
    “What have we fucking done,” he said.
    I thought it was pretty obvious.
    “What have we fucking done here,” he said.
    Part of me felt the same way. Felt the tsunami of guilt and shame that threatened to sweep us away. But a part of me felt like time on the